The Villain's Sister - Chapter 17

“What?”

“If neither option works, I’ll tell him.”

It’s amusing that the ridiculous rumor of me being Anti-Venom’s mistress is spreading as if it were true, but I have no power to correct it. So, I decided to use that rumor to my advantage.

“I’ll say that you and I are lovers. That while he wasn’t around, we spent countless nights rolling around in a nearby hotel. Then Raphael will handle it before he even gets involved.”

Raphael has a younger sister. He cherishes her deeply and protects her even more fiercely because she’s rumored to be Anti-Venom’s mistress. No one connected to the underground could possibly be unaware of this.

“What will you do?”

As I noticed his face twist slightly, I sensed my victory.

***

That bastard is out of his mind today.

From Black Pistols’ perspective, after years of clashing with Death Adder, Raphael wasn’t exactly excited, but he wasn’t entirely in his right mind either.

Damn it. Hiding behind a wall, Black Pistols cursed under his breath as he realized he had no spare magazine. He had rushed here during his shift without properly equipping himself.

Does it have to be hand-to-hand combat this time?

After tossing that bastard into the central prison and dismantling Death Adder…

If my face gets messed up before visiting my mother this weekend, I’ll beat myself senseless.

Bang! Bang!

Raphael fired again in his direction. Black Pistols quickly rolled to the opposite side to evade.

Bang!

A bullet grazed his side.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Raphael, who had been focusing on Black Pistols, suddenly turned to notice Julio Guerra crawling away on the floor.

Bang!

Aaaaagh! Aaah!

Julio Guerra’s hand flew into the air. Raphael’s boot stomped on Julio’s head, smashing his forehead against the floor debris. Glass shards jabbed into his eyelids.

Raphael mocked the gasping Julio Guerra. “Fool. Did you think you’d escape alive?”

“Hrrgh… Aaaagh! You bastard, do you think I’ll let— Ugh!”

Raphael kicked Julio in the solar plexus. He trembled uncontrollably, unable to breathe. With an emotionless face, Raphael fired again.

Bang!

The merciless gunshot pierced Julio’s heart. Thick, red blood spread out slowly.

Haah.

As Raphael let out a short breath to calm himself, Black Pistols lunged at him from behind. Strong arms wrapped around Raphael’s neck, and another hand tried to wrest the gun away.

Raphael twisted his arm, trying to aim at Black Pistols.

“You used me for that O’Connell gambling case? Do you want to die? Am I your lackey?”

Bang!

Raphael’s bullet grazed Black Pistols’ helmet.

Bang! Bang!

This time, Black Pistols grabbed his hand, making him fire aimlessly into the air. Raphael leaned in and slammed his side with his knee.

Ugh!

A small groan escaped from beneath the helmet.

Bang!

The next bullet grazed Black Pistols’ thigh. Raphael continued to pull the trigger. One shot grazed Raphael’s face, and another hit Julio’s lifeless body.

Click. Click.

The gun was empty.

“Tch.”

Out of breath, Raphael deliberately threw himself off balance to create an opening.

As the strength in Black Pistols’ grip weakened, Raphael flipped him over and slammed him to the ground. Taking advantage of the moment, Raphael struck Black Pistols’ helmet with his empty gun, but it didn’t break. Pulling a knife from his coat, Raphael tried to stab him.

Black Pistols quickly twisted his massive body to evade and threw a punch.

Thud!

Raphael’s lip split as the punch landed.

“I’ve always been curious, Black Pistols. Where did a guy like you come from?”

“Jealous of my genius?”

“Tch!”

Raphael spat blood onto the floor and lowered his stance. Black Pistols, who had risen to his feet, also drew a knife and assumed a fighting position. He steadied his breathing under his helmet.

Raphael was no different. He burned with anger but remained icy in his responses. Even surrounded by blood and corpses, he maintained his composure.

If this were purely about revenge, he wouldn’t have bothered targeting Two Star’s second-in-command. Killing a few gang members as a warning would have sufficed.

All of this was for safety. Crushing them completely to ensure that no one would ever dare lay a finger on Deva again.

“You sure love your sister. If someone messed with her twice, you’d probably plant a bomb.”

“I don’t expect someone like you to understand.”

“Understand? What’s the point of understanding a criminal bastard? My job is to throw scum like you in prison.”

As the two men lunged at each other, the sound of a helicopter echoed. The anti-terrorist unit had arrived.

Raphael twisted his lips. He lowered his stance and sheathed his knife.

“Damn it.”

Black Pistols cursed under his breath and wiped his face irritably. Blood spattered against the plastic visor of his helmet as he followed the trail with his hand.

Encountering the anti-terrorist unit would do neither of them any good. While Mist Island’s police were friendly toward heroes, the central government saw both villains and heroes as targets to be arrested.

Even as vigilantes, in this country, any unauthorized activity was treated as potential terrorism.

In short, both Raphael and Black Pistols needed to flee immediately.

If Raphael got caught and detained by the task force, his identity would be revealed. The news would spread everywhere, and his mother would inevitably learn the truth.

That would ruin everything. Especially since his mother’s health couldn’t handle the shock; her stability had to be ensured at all costs.

As for Liam Fabian… let’s give up on him for today. Damn it.

He was already caught, but this timing is infuriating.

Black Pistols glanced out the window to check the escape route. Breaking through the adjacent building’s window and fleeing seemed feasible. Just before he jumped, Raphael, who had hoisted the unconscious Liam onto his back, spoke.

“I owe you for the illegal gambling gate case. But didn’t you calculate that when you blew it up?”

“Shut up. Where does a bastard like you get off talking?”

“The gate case is expanding. Soon, the central government will classify you as a high-risk entity, like Red Shadow. Be careful.”

“Shit. Now I’m getting warnings from a criminal bastard. Did Two Star mess with your sister because you gave me evidence about the gambling gate? Or was there another reason?”

“…Whatever the reason, once they messed with my sister, it was inevitable.”

Finding the reason was secondary.

The priority was proving a point.

Showing Death Adder’s infamy, how brutal he could be, and the lengths he’d go to.

Having killed his own father for his sister, Raphael could be crueler than anyone alive.

“It seems Two Star acted because of a rumor.”

“Rumor?”

“The rumor that your sister is your mistress. To be specific, Anti-Venom’s mistress. That’s probably why they went after her. By the way, your lackeys already know.”

“Ha. This is ridiculous.”

‘Could it be that he clings to her more because she’s rumored to be Anti-Venom’s mistress?’

A sordid assumption had turned into a question, spread by word of mouth, and eventually became a widely accepted fact.

Hearing it, Raphael let out a chuckle of disbelief. “Exploiting weaknesses and pressing them is Big Bear’s favorite method. It’s a choice that suits him.”

There’s a significant difference between killing the second-in-command’s sister and killing someone who’s beloved by both the leader and second-in-command. Such an act could destabilize an organization or be leveraged as a bargaining chip at the negotiation table.

“Listen up. Just so you know, teaming up with you to take down ‘Sunshine’ was the first and last time.”

With those words, Raphael flipped off Black Pistols and carried Liam away.

Confirming the approaching task force, Black Pistols quickly leapt over the building. Nearby, Tristan, who had changed his clothes in an alley, quietly returned to his position.

“Where have you been?”

“Just checking for injuries. There were no civilians near the restaurant entrance, but there were plenty of corpses that seemed to be Two Star gang members.”

“Crazy bastard. Didn’t you hear the order to control the roads and stay put?”

“They were firing machine guns like they owned the place, and you expect me to just sit tight? Is that what a cop should say?”

Firing back sharply, Tristan brushed his hair back, now watching as the anti-terrorist unit moved in.

Damn city. Not a single peaceful day.